Well, its very nearly school again chaps (just a sudden thought, how do you refer to a female...ummmm... chapette, yes, that'll do) and chapettes. I seem to have an issue with over sleeping, I'll have a real tough time getting up early. On the plus side, all my uniform still fits and I've finally decided that maths and french are actually worth doing, for the GCSEs, multi-lingual people are more desired for employment than singular-lingual people, and maths, well, maths is an employment benchmark, if you cant do it well, you've got a damn load of bother coming your way.
Side note- Making tea is an A-level for retards.... I mean those among us that have certain mental defiecienies, yes, thats better, that way those whom it concerns dont know what your talking about and are therefore, un-offended.
The holidays are definatly a worn out novelty now, I want to get back to school, its just so boring. I'll be able to see of my friends again, Jack N, Robert, Josh M-S, Amy, Etc.
For Amy: I'm afraid that your ambitions to come into possession of my shirts are an excercise in futility. They shirts are mine. No-one will take them from me, no-one shall remove them from me without my prior consent, which you do not and shall not have. You may however try for as long as you like, for it does not prove too much of an inconviniance to me at this time.
So, until we meet on the next monday, I bid you farewell shirt theif.
